The silence on the altar lasted less than half a second.
The twelve Six-Winged Commanders had yet to recover from their shock when the Guidance Formation reached full power. It was supposed to transport the Divine Souls of fallen True Gods.
Instead, the Teleportation Gate opened, and more than a hundred uninvited guests burst out with greed gleaming in their eyes.
The young man in black leading them did not even give the commanders a glance. His gaze was fixed on the thousand-meter-tall Resurrection Furnace behind them.
"Heretics have invaded!" The commander at the front reacted first. His six Light Wings erupted in dazzling white light.
Before he could finish shouting, a black crystal the size of a brick smashed into his face.
The blow sent him sprawling onto his back more than ten meters away.
"What are you yelling for?" Dragon Soaring World raised his Horse-Slaying Blade and kicked apart the white jade slab beneath his feet. "Brothers! They're all little bosses with Lower God stats! What are you waiting for? Clear them out!"
These hundred players had been itching for a fight in the lower realm.
They had lost out on the spoils from the three-hundred-thousand-strong army. Now they were in the enemy's own lair, with resources everywhere they looked.
Qin Chuan did not need to give an order. The hundred newly ascended Lower God players charged, roaring, into a battle formation of over ten thousand Angels.
They were outnumbered a hundred to one.
In any battle on the Origin Continent, that would have been suicide.
But these players refused to fight by the book.
The warriors in front abandoned defense entirely. They activated berserk, plunged into the crowd, and clung to the Angels' legs for dear life.
The mages behind them did not even bother chanting. They